I went to Kenosha to visit my mom and attend Charlie Malinsky's wake. Mom was pretty broken up about it, she had a hard time dealing with her grief. They had been partners in a law practice and more. Charlie was cremated, at his own insistence, and the pictures of him that they had really reminded us of the things we liked best about him. He loved to cook and sail. He loved his dog, Smitty. He was always a big fan and supporter of yours truly. His kids have been great to my mom since I've been out East; they shovel her snow and help her with her car sometimes. He was always generous to a fault. I had a hard time dealing with his generosity, I always judged him to be bad at business. I hope a wiser judge is ruling on his case now.

I was glad I went, but I missed my train on the return flight and chose to spend the night in the airport rather than pay for a cab home. That sounds like something a crazy-street-person might do, but actually, airports are pretty safe. Everyone who gets into the airport has to pay at least $200, they don't have any weapons, and they certainly don't have any toiletries larger than 3 oz. I found a bench with no arm rests that I slept on. If was comfortable, except for the but-contoured-seating that kept spearing me. I would sleep for 45 minutes or so and then wake up. I caught the 5:09 AM train out of the airport and got home at 6. I slept in until 9 AM. I used the $40 I saved in cab fair to take Jill and the kids to Old Country Buffet the next day. I also bought some diapers.

Ben has figured out how to use the sink drain. He shuts the drain, turns on the water, and splashes like crazy in this creation.

Last week, May came in to the kitchen while we were cleaning up and said, "Guess what? Benjamin and I just traded cookies! I game him my cookie, he gave me his cookie!"

Jill, "Oh."

Me, "Did you get a larger portion of cookie from him than the one you gave?"

May grinned from ear to ear and said "YES!"